Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 567 A villain with poor acting skills has no future.

"What happened?"

Cohen said, head held high.

Then he got a hard elbow from Harry.

"Ow!"

Seeing the two bickering, Dumbledore simply smiled silently.

"What abilities?" asked the Dumbledore in his memory.

“All sorts of things,” Riddle said excitedly in a low voice. “I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals obey my commands without training them, I can make anyone who angers me suffer, and I can injure them if I want to.”

Riddle no longer looked as quiet and well-mannered as he had at the beginning; his face was filled with a fanatical joy, making him look more like a madman.

“I’ve always known I’m different.” He couldn’t stop looking at his hands and said, “I’ve always known I’m special, I’ve always known there’s something here.”

“Your idea is not wrong,” Dumbledore said. “You are a wizard.”

"You're a wizard too?"

"Yes."

“Prove it to me,” Ridell said.

Cohen felt that if it were him at that moment, he definitely wouldn't have used any inappropriate tone with Dumbledore.

But Riddle was now clearly blinded by joy, revealing the arrogance he had been hiding all along.

His phrase "Prove it to me" had the exact same tone as his previous phrase "Tell the truth."

“If, as I understand it, you agree to study at Hogwarts—” Dumbledore said.

"Of course I agree!"

"Then you should call me 'Professor' or 'Sir'."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Riddle froze for a moment, then spoke in a completely different, polite tone:

“Excuse me, sir. I mean—Professor, could you let me take a look—”

"You still don't think there's anything wrong with him at this point?" Cohen asked Dumbledore.

“I thought he could turn out for the better, and of course, I never imagined he would become the most dangerous dark wizard in history,” Dumbledore said. “But clearly, I made a big mistake.”

Harry stared at Riddle without saying a word, unable to reconcile the eleven-year-old boy with the mad dark wizard.

“But I still think that giving every child a chance is a very correct decision,” Dumbledore suddenly added. “Cohen, you are a successful example.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You’ll make it impossible for me to stay in Knockturn Alley,” Cohen said. “Then those dark wizards will point their fingers at me and say, ‘Look, that’s a good student from Hogwarts.’”

"Hahahaha—" Harry laughed out loud, then immediately realized that now was not the time to laugh out loud.

In his memory, Dumbledore had already demonstrated magic to Riddle—he waved his wand, setting fire to the cupboard in Riddle's room, and then extinguished the flames, without causing any real damage to anything.

Riddle's eyes were filled with a greedy longing for Dumbledore's wand.

“Where can I get one?” Riddle asked.

“It will happen in time,” Dumbledore said. “There seems to be something trying to crawl out of your wardrobe.” A faint clicking sound was coming from Riddle’s wardrobe, like a group of crabs trying to crawl out of the closed door.

"Open the door," Dumbledore said.

Riddle hesitated for a moment, then went over and opened the wardrobe door.

Several worn-out clothes were hanging on the clothesline, and a cardboard box was placed on the top shelf. The box that was making the clicking sound was this cardboard box.

At Dumbledore's insistence, Riddle reluctantly took out the box and dumped its contents onto the bed without even looking at it.

These are a bunch of ordinary children's toys: a string puller, a silver thimble, and a harmonica that has lost its luster.

After leaving the box, they stopped shaking.

“You must return these things to their owners and apologize to them,” Dumbledore said. “I will know whether you have done so, and I must warn you: Hogwarts does not tolerate theft.”

“Understood, sir,” Riddle said in a dry tone.

“I thought you never got angry with anyone,” Cohen said.

“If you don’t demonstrate authority, Tom will think you’re just like those he bullies. He won’t return what he stole, nor will he apologize to those children.” Dumbledore sighed. “Education doesn’t always change a person, but we can’t directly predict what a person will become.”

"Would he be better if we changed our attitude?" Harry asked.

“He was eleven years old at the time, a time when his values ​​were growing rapidly in one direction without looking back,” Cohen said, raising an eyebrow.

“Even the most perfect person cannot guarantee that every decision they make is right.” Dumbledore patted the two on the shoulder. “All we can do is do our best to make the decisions we believe are right.”

After watching Riddle and Dumbledore's final conversation, they left this memory.

The final conversation involved Riddle asking his parents questions and discussing his ability to talk to snakes.

Riddle believed his father was a wizard and his mother was a Muggle—because he thought that if his mother were a wizard, she wouldn't have died in childbirth at the orphanage gate.

Although the truth was actually the opposite of what he guessed.

As for the topic of Parsleyan, it's clear that Riddle held back until the very end, seemingly hoping to impress Dumbledore with this most peculiar ability.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore said very casually, "Rare, but not unheard of."

Riddle looked a little disappointed.

After leaving the Pensieve, Cohen and Harry stood back on the floor of the Headmaster's office.

“You just heard how Riddle reacted when he first learned about the concept of magic.” Dumbledore conjured two chairs for them and then sat back down behind his desk.

“He picked it up quickly, and… he seems to have figured out how to use magic.” Harry said, frowning. “I was getting chased and beaten up by Dali before I even started school, and I could only use it in very special circumstances…”

“I used to snatch lollipops before I was eleven,” Cohen said with a hint of presumptuous pride, “using my superior magical skills.”

“It’s nothing to be proud of, Cohen…” Harry said with a hint of helplessness.

"For a young, untrained wizard, his abilities are remarkably refined and mature, and he realizes that he can control these abilities to some extent—Cohen, I know you're very capable, but you don't need to start using magic to take candy from my cupboard to prove it now."

Dumbledore said.

(End of this chapter)